Simple Solution

Chapter Five

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"The bedroom is that way."

Cameron knew an invitation when she heard one and this was one invitation she was going to take full advantage of. It was the invitation she had been waiting for for more than three years, since the first time she had met House at her job interview and he had begrudgingly shaken her hand and she'd felt an impulse, a charge so strong that it had pulsed through her body with a force that had briefly made her feel as though she was floating. She'd wanted House from that moment. The caring, the affection, the respect and the love had come later, come with time. But that lust had been present from the very first. And finally, finally it was time for it to be realised.

With confidence she turned her back on him and made her way to hid bedroom, one of the many settings of her many fantasies, with an alluring sway to her hips. As she reached the door she turned to look at him, flinging her loose hair back as she did so and House found himself captivated by its arc. Her lips were glistening with moisture, slightly parted and slightly open. They were the most inviting thing he had ever seen.

Her face was open, encouraging, tempting, welcoming. It felt as though she was looking right inside of him, letting him know that this was right, that somehow it would turn out okay in the end. The end they had both avoided thinking about, the tomorrow that would one day have to come.

Cameron was still looking at him and House realised he hadn't moved. She had stopped and it was as if she was asking his permission to go forward, to enter his space. He nodded slightly and began to move forward. Cameron took her cue and advanced into his bedroom, coming to a stop at the foot of his bed. Still, waiting, breathing deeply. House stepped towards her, closing the gap slowly, inch by agonizing inch so that Cameron could taste his scent in the air she breathed, feel his heat, his desire long before he touched her. And then, so suddenly and so easily as thought they had done this a thousand times, he did touch her.

House reached out and cupped her cheek in the palm of his hand, marvelling at the silky feel of the skin beneath his skin, feeling a jolt in his stomach that was not lust but felt more like tender warmth as she inclined her head ever so slightly and seemed to nuzzle into his hand. Their eyes were connected and what Cameron saw in House's eyes made her look away abruptly for the emotion she saw within them filled her with too much hope, hope she knew was surely false.

And so instead she pressed her lips against his, using so much force and passion the House stumbled slightly to reassert his balance. Her mouth opened immediately, she was tired of preamble, they'd been engaging in foreplay for years with all their shared looks and occasional touches, it was time to go beyond that.

House was surprised but tried not to let it show as suddenly Cameron's hands were everywhere all at once, running soothingly through his hair, pulling roughly at his shirt, dragging nails across the taut skin of his abdomen, tugging down the zipper of his jeans.

And her tongue, Dear God, House was certain he'd lost all coherent thought. This woman knew how to kiss. She was ravaging his mouth in the most pleasant way possible that it really seemed as though it should be impossible.

Cameron leaned against him as much as she knew his leg could withstand and began grinding herself against him, bringing her pelvis into contact with his and rotating her hips until the rubbing friction became the only thing House knew in the entire world.

Gently, never letting her lips lose contact with his, she encouraged him down onto the bed so that he was on his back, every fastening of his clothing undone though his clothing was still in place and she straddled him.

Her hands made light work of spreading his shirt open revealing his chest, she broke away so that she could stare at him, devour him with her eyes. She ran her hands down the tanned skin and purred as she resumed her grinding making House's already fully erect cock absolutely throb with imminent need. She leaned toward him and ran her tongue around the shell of his ear and moaned deeply as she pressed her centre harder against him, desperate herself for the contact.

Her moan made House lose control and he manoeuvred them so that now he was on top of her as he began kissing her again, deep and rough and now it was his hands running all over her body. Claiming at last the feel of that which he had forbidden to himself. Which he had allowed himself to look at but never to touch for it was too precious, too perfect, too easily breakable. But there was no going back now, he'd broken his own rule and so he might as well break it thoroughly.

Cameron whimpered as his hand cupped her breast, gently at first before he applied more pressure and causing her to arch up gratefully from the bed, desperate for more of his delicious contact, more of the feeling he was creating inside her body.

But the feeling of her back arching reminded her of what she had decided only about an hour ago, when she had been arching like this, desperately, in her own bathtub. She wanted to make this all about him, wanted him to feel pleasure like he'd never felt before. She needed to make him want to be with her, physically at least as she knew this was the most she could dare to hope for, as strongly and as desperately as she wanted to be with him.

And so she took control again, circumventing his hands so that her own began their down his back and to his hips where they slid round to the front and began to peel his jeans from his body.

House complied with her unspoken request and allowed the removal of his pants tossing his shirt aside for good measure and then he reached for her again, desiring more than anything for more contact, to create another sweet sound from the base of her throat like the one she'd made as he caressed her breasts.

Again she attempted to thwart him, using her hands one his thighs, inching closer to their final destination and her mouth on his throat sucking hungrily and licking delicately, the perfect combination of opposites.

House was desperate for his turn now and tried one more time but Cameron was, it seemed, adamant that he be the one that received all the pleasure.

House suddenly, without warning trapped both her hands and pulled away from her slightly affectively halting all of her movement except for a slight rolling of her hips against his which seemed to be unconscious, need driven, as it never stopped even as he began talking.

"For some reason," he began looking deeply into her eyes as though searching for an answer "you seem to not want me to touch you."

He paused, that searching look still in his eyes. Cameron remained frozen, petrified of where this conversation might be going.

"Do you not want to do this?"

Cameron gasped, horrified that that was the reason he had created for her behaviour.

"No" she breathed "I mean yes. I mean I do want to do this. More than anything."

"Then what is it?"

Cameron squirmed, uncomfortable, how was she supposed to answer that question without revealing too much of herself?

"It's just," she began tentatively biting her lip in what House had to concede was an adorable way as she searched for the right words

"I just don't want this to be a one time thing. I mean" and here she went on hurriedly because it suddenly occurred to her that House could very much have gotten the wrong idea from what she just said and the last thing she wanted to do was scare him off more. "the sex, I don't want the sex to be a one time thing. I don't know, getting a taste of what it might be like in your office seemed to increase my need more than I thought was humanly possible, it definitely can't be healthy and so I just thought, I thought if I could make you enjoy it, really enjoy it then maybe you'd be more willing for a...a second round, in future, I guess."

She was rambling and she knew it and she was getting more uncomfortable by the second as House continued to stare at her.

"Let me get this straight. You figured I'd only be more willing to sleep with you again if the sex was amazing?"

Cameron nodded, beyond embarrassed now.

"And you figured the most likely way I would find it amazing was if it was focused entirely on me and my pleasure?"

Cameron nodded again, her cheeks flushed and heated with mortification.

To her surprise House burst out laughing which only served to make her more uncomfortable.

"What's so funny?" She asked in a slightly annoyed tone, she could hardly see how this was a laughing matter.

"For God's sake woman have you never looked in a mirror?"

Cameron just stared at him dumbfounded.

"You are perhaps one of the most sexually attractive women walking God's green earth. Certainly you are the most attractive in that hell hole we call a place of employment, which by the way in case you haven't worked it out, is where I spend almost all of my time so it is safe to say you are the most attractive woman I've seen in a very long time. How could you think I wouldn't derive intense personal pleasure from exploring every hidden contour of skin on your beautiful body?"

Cameron merely stammered, unable to form any actual words. Was House complimenting her? It was hard to tell, she could barely hear anything beyond the pounding of her own heart.

House shook his head dramatically as he began slowly lifting her shirt to expose her creamy, flat stomach, "Tsk tsk Cameron I thought you were smart. The reason I've been refusing you for so long has had absolutely nothing to do with a lack of sexual attraction."

He bent down and dipped his tongue inside her navel, rotating it and making her squirm. He sat up and looked at her, mischief back in his eyes replacing the searching look of before.

"Why don't you let me show you what would give me real pleasure..."

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Alright, I am super sorry this update took so long but as situational attributions go (just learnt the term in psych class trying to incorporate learning into my day to day activities) university starting back up is a pretty solid excuse. It does tend to make one very busy all of a sudden. Also, major apologies for ending it on this rather unfinished note, there will be a part two to this chapter and it will be coming soon but it was getting rather long and my statistics book is looking at me accusingly so I really must leave it. Until next time, thank you so much for reading, please review if you can, it puts a smile on my dial.